Day three of our washing machine test. Ian did a couple of partially succesful washes at the weekend.

Yesterday I spent five hours waiting for some type of action from the Indesit, then giving up and doing a hand wash (at least all the wringing may make some inroads into the Bingo Wings). Ian tested it last night and reluctantly agreed it is not working as it should. This morning it took on a life of its own and virtually levitated off the flagstones.

At the moment I’m cool with it, washing by hand and hanging it on the line in the courtyard, making the most of the Venetian overtones. Not sure if the charm will still be there in the middle of December.

Jensen’s papers from JR came and brought a ray of gloom into the otherwise sunny day.Lung function right down and the biochemical tests were contaminated so he will have to have a second lot of “bloods” taken when he goes up next week. Something else he can blame me for.

In Old Town, our quick trip to the bank and to get an extra key cut turned into an extended coffee break as J needed the loo and a race back to the car to avoid getting a ticket. Parking charges here even worse than Wycombe, although the chocolate brownies at Balula’s definitely rival the ones at the deli in Hazelmere.